FIC: Home -- Duncan/Logan -- Rating: 16+
Mar. 12th, 2006 05:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luvxanderTitle: Home
Author: CJ
Email: luvxander@gmail.com
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Rating: 16+
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respective creators. I just play around with them. Don't sue.
Warnings: Mentions of slash, abuse, and mushiness.
Author's Note: They're gay, get over it. Veronica can cry all she wants, but we all know why Duncan really broke up with her.
Author's Note2: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angeljade for the beta. All remaining mistakes belong to me.
He does his best to hide the bruising around his throat with a turtleneck, but that just proves even more suspicious considering that, even in winter, it rarely gets below tropical in Neptune. But he can't take it off, because everyone would see, everyone would know, Duncan would know.
Besides, he really didn't want anyone to see what he was wearing under the turtleneck. Duncan was pissed when his favorite t-shirt went missing, the shirt Lilly had given him. He'd shown up at Logan's house, raging about it. He was sure someone took it out of his locker while he was showering after gym class, and Logan hopes he never finds out how right he is. But he felt guilty about it, about lying and saying that he hadn't seen it when Duncan asked.
No, he hadn't seen it. He also hadn't held it pressed to his face as he jerked off this morning, he hadn't fallen asleep with it clasped in his arms last night. He hadn't pulled it on under his turtleneck this morning after his shower so he could feel safe, surrounded by Duncan's scent all day. He knows it makes him a pitiful excuse for a man, but he really wished Duncan were here right now instead of off with Veronica, covering some story for the school paper. Maybe if he were, Logan wouldn't have to go home now, the janitor having long since come through, wanting to lock up and head home himself.
Some days, he wants to tell Duncan why he's always desperate for the invitations to dinner with the Kanes. The reason Lilly pretended to be his girlfriend for so long. But he knows what would happen if he did. Duncan would insist on playing the hero. He'd leave Logan at his house with instructions to wait for him to come back, then he'd go off to Logan's house and confront his dad.
But he couldn't do it. Because his father would hurt Duncan, then the truth would come out and he'd be humiliated if everyone knew. Or Duncan would go over and wind up beating his dad up, which would only enrage his father more and make him wonder why Duncan would come running to Logan's defence. Not that he'd wonder for long. He'd jump to the first, most logical, conclusion. That Logan and Duncan were lovers. It didn't matter that Duncan had no clue how Logan felt about him. All that would matter is that Logan's father would believe the worst. And Logan would get the beating of his life. Because no son of Aaron Echolls' is a fag.
The janitor came back through, telling Logan that if he didn't leave, he'd be locked in. And without someone to stay with, his father would kill him if he didn't come home. So he packs up his papers and books, throws his backpack over his shoulder, and reluctantly makes his way out to his car.
Backing out of his parking space, Logan slams on the brakes to keep from hitting the car that pulls up behind him. At first he's pissed, but it turns into a smile when he sees who it is.
"Hey, Logan, glad I caught you. I was wondering if you wanted to come over to the house tonight, just got a killer new game for Xbox, we could try it out." Duncan leans against his car, smiling up at his best friend. *God, I was almost too late. Someday, Logan, I promise, you won't have to go home ever again.*
Logan's smile broadens and he feels all the stress leaving him as he slumps back into his car seat. "Yeah, that'd be cool. Just let me call my dad, then I'll follow you over."
Duncan nods, still smiling, and drops back into his car, waving as he drives away, leaving Logan almost crying with relief as he pulls out his cell phone to call home. He catches a slight whiff of the soapy, sweaty smell that he's come to associate with Duncan as he hears his father's voice on the other end of the line. "Hey Dad, Duncan asked if I can come over and work on that journalism project tonight, is that alright?"
My first Veronica Mars fic, so don't bash me too horribly if it's awful. I promise, I'll try to do better in future.
Author: CJ
Email: luvxander@gmail.com
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Rating: 16+
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respective creators. I just play around with them. Don't sue.
Warnings: Mentions of slash, abuse, and mushiness.
Author's Note: They're gay, get over it. Veronica can cry all she wants, but we all know why Duncan really broke up with her.
Author's Note2: Thanks to
angeljade for the beta. All remaining mistakes belong to me.He does his best to hide the bruising around his throat with a turtleneck, but that just proves even more suspicious considering that, even in winter, it rarely gets below tropical in Neptune. But he can't take it off, because everyone would see, everyone would know, Duncan would know.
Besides, he really didn't want anyone to see what he was wearing under the turtleneck. Duncan was pissed when his favorite t-shirt went missing, the shirt Lilly had given him. He'd shown up at Logan's house, raging about it. He was sure someone took it out of his locker while he was showering after gym class, and Logan hopes he never finds out how right he is. But he felt guilty about it, about lying and saying that he hadn't seen it when Duncan asked.
No, he hadn't seen it. He also hadn't held it pressed to his face as he jerked off this morning, he hadn't fallen asleep with it clasped in his arms last night. He hadn't pulled it on under his turtleneck this morning after his shower so he could feel safe, surrounded by Duncan's scent all day. He knows it makes him a pitiful excuse for a man, but he really wished Duncan were here right now instead of off with Veronica, covering some story for the school paper. Maybe if he were, Logan wouldn't have to go home now, the janitor having long since come through, wanting to lock up and head home himself.
Some days, he wants to tell Duncan why he's always desperate for the invitations to dinner with the Kanes. The reason Lilly pretended to be his girlfriend for so long. But he knows what would happen if he did. Duncan would insist on playing the hero. He'd leave Logan at his house with instructions to wait for him to come back, then he'd go off to Logan's house and confront his dad.
But he couldn't do it. Because his father would hurt Duncan, then the truth would come out and he'd be humiliated if everyone knew. Or Duncan would go over and wind up beating his dad up, which would only enrage his father more and make him wonder why Duncan would come running to Logan's defence. Not that he'd wonder for long. He'd jump to the first, most logical, conclusion. That Logan and Duncan were lovers. It didn't matter that Duncan had no clue how Logan felt about him. All that would matter is that Logan's father would believe the worst. And Logan would get the beating of his life. Because no son of Aaron Echolls' is a fag.
The janitor came back through, telling Logan that if he didn't leave, he'd be locked in. And without someone to stay with, his father would kill him if he didn't come home. So he packs up his papers and books, throws his backpack over his shoulder, and reluctantly makes his way out to his car.
Backing out of his parking space, Logan slams on the brakes to keep from hitting the car that pulls up behind him. At first he's pissed, but it turns into a smile when he sees who it is.
"Hey, Logan, glad I caught you. I was wondering if you wanted to come over to the house tonight, just got a killer new game for Xbox, we could try it out." Duncan leans against his car, smiling up at his best friend. *God, I was almost too late. Someday, Logan, I promise, you won't have to go home ever again.*
Logan's smile broadens and he feels all the stress leaving him as he slumps back into his car seat. "Yeah, that'd be cool. Just let me call my dad, then I'll follow you over."
Duncan nods, still smiling, and drops back into his car, waving as he drives away, leaving Logan almost crying with relief as he pulls out his cell phone to call home. He catches a slight whiff of the soapy, sweaty smell that he's come to associate with Duncan as he hears his father's voice on the other end of the line. "Hey Dad, Duncan asked if I can come over and work on that journalism project tonight, is that alright?"
My first Veronica Mars fic, so don't bash me too horribly if it's awful. I promise, I'll try to do better in future.
